If nothing else, I am a man of time and convenience. Rarely will you wait on me if we are meeting for lunch. Unless there are circumstances outside of my control, I will be at the airport before your plane arrives to make sure you are not waiting on me at the baggage claim with suitcases your carry-on luggage (stupid baggage fees). Stacey would say that I am leashed far too closely to my watch. At any given moment of the day, unless I’m sleeping obviously, I am pretty much aware of what time it is or what time it is not. For instance, I know that it takes me 23 minutes to wake up, take a shower, get dressed and get out of the door if don’t need to shave that particular morning (three-ish more if I do have to shave). A bit psycho? Maybe. But I hate being late.
I also hate having to take time to eat breakfast (the most important meal of the day?) or make coffee in the morning. This is a problem though, because I’m not one that can skip breakfast. Anyone who works with me will vouch too, that I cannot go without caffeine. It took me quite a while to get a sustenance routine down in the wee small hours.







